Vanished by Audrey M Scott
I look to the outer of everywhere,
as in an empty mirror.
You are not there.
I ask the wind has it seen you.
In rustling it leads me on,
but keeps its secret.
Resignedly,
pausing for a moment,
I turn back to my other
occupations,
thinking how I miss
the words of you
in them is your reflection.
02/28/2002 Posted on 02/27/2002 Copyright © 2023 Audrey M Scott
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